He was writing at that time A Mummer’s Wife in his bedroom at the Shelbourne Hotel, and I thought how different were the two visions, A Mummer’s Wife and A Drama in Muslin and how the choice of these two subjects revealed him to me.  ’It was life that interested him rather than the envelope’ I said.  ’He sought Alice Barton’s heart as eagerly as Kate Ede’s;’ and my heart went out to the three policemen to whose assiduities I owed this pleasant evening, all alone with my cat and my immediate ancestor; and as I sat looking into the fire I fell to wondering how it was that the critics of the ’eighties could have been blind enough to dub him an imitator of Zola.  ’A soul searcher, if ever there was one,’ I continued, ’whose desire to write well is apparent on every page, a headlong, eager, uncertain style (a young hound yelping at every trace of scent), but if we look beneath the style we catch sight of the young man’s true self, a real interest in religious questions and a hatred as lively as Ibsen’s of the social conventions that drive women into the marriage market.  It seems strange,’ I said, abandoning myself to recollection, ’that the critics of the ’eighties failed to notice that the theme of A Drama in Muslin is the same as that of the Doll’s House; the very title should have pointed this put to them.’  But they were not interested in themes; but in morality, and how they might crush a play which, if it were uncrushed by them, would succeed in undermining the foundations of society—­their favourite phrase at the time, it entered into every article written about the Doll’s House—­and, looking upon themselves as the saviours of society, these master-builders kept on staying and propping the damaged construction till at length they were joined by some dramatists and story-tellers who feared with them for the ‘foundations of society,’ and these latter set themselves the task of devising new endings that would be likely to catch the popular taste and so mitigate the evil, the substitution of an educational motive for a carnal one.  For Nora does not leave her husband for a lover, but to educate herself.  The critics were used to lovers, and what we are used to is bearable, but a woman who leaves her husband and her children for school-books is unbearable, and much more immoral than the usual little wanton.  So the critics thought in the ’eighties, and they thought truly, if it be true that morality and custom are interchangeable terms.  The critics were right in a way; everybody is right in a way, for nothing is wholly right and nothing wholly wrong, a truth often served up by philosophers; but the public has ever eschewed it, and perhaps our argument will be better appreciated if we dilute this truth a little, saying instead that it is the telling that makes a story true or false, and that the dramatic critics of the ’eighties were not altogether as wrong as Mr. Archer imagined them to be, but failed to express themselves.